As the rest of the mortals in this world I am shocked and saddened about Whitney Houston's death. I remember being on my bike and having a CD of The Body Guard as I raced through hills and just tried to understand that the voice I heard was actually human. What. A. Talent.
Then I grew up, still with so much respect for Whitney and realizing sometimes great talents came with a big bag of WTF.
As I grew as a person with my own demons to fight I took the 'I shall not judge' stance.
I've lost over 5 close friends, to diseases, called drug addiction or depression. I alsmot lost myself in the mix. Yet I had friends hell-bent on not seeing me dead, and they succeeded. Today, we hear the sad news that Whitney Houston died. I can't help but to wonder, how many of the people tweeting/FBking about that have reached out to their close friends and family and said: Are you OK?
I am sad along everyone else on this planet that enjoyed and appreciated Whitney's talent, however, if your friend is not a celebrity, are you as willing to lend your support?
I AM.
I LOVE. LOVE SAVES (it has saved me) It is hard and heartbreaking to share condolences, but apparently is harder to go to those you love and say: 'hey, it's ok, we WILL get through this together! I love you unconditionally.'
In this time and age when everything goes viral I BEG of you to help me make LOVE go viral. Tell those around you how much you love them, encourage them to do the same. We are NOT Whitney, but we are all LOVE worth.
Please, SHARE the LOVE.
p.
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Action movies and different languages.
I remember my mom telling me once action movies where her favorite ones. It struck me as an odd choice. I asked her why, she told me that those were the movies she could watch with me, and even if she didn't understand what was being said, or the subtitles moved too fast for her to catch on, she still could follow what was going on. You see, my mom and me sometimes speak different languages. I grew up speaking Spanish, English and Portuguese. As the years went by I didn't see a problem switching from one to the other. My mom grew up speaking her one language and then as an adult tries to adjust to a new language.
I am more than thankful for all the opportunities my parents have given me. I realize now that sometimes, a lot of times, I am too wrapped on myself to show them how much I love them, to speak, watch movies, and say 'I love you' in a language that makes it clear how deeply I feel about that.
Today, a friend draw my attention to this poem. I cried. I realized I've been a selfish brat, in any and all languages. I plan on seeing movies other than action ones, and in a language my mother understand.
Please read below this beautiful and heartbreaking poem by Pat Mora:
I remember how I`d smile
Listening my little ones
Understanding every word they´d say,
Their jokes, their songs, their plots
Vamos a pedirle dulces a mama. Vamos.
But that was in Mexico.
Now my children go to American High Schools.
They speak English. At night they sit around the
Kitchen table, laugh with one another.
I stand at the stove and feel dumb, alone.
I bought a book to learn English.
My husband frowned, drank more beer.
My oldest said, 'Mama, he doesn´t want you to
Be smarter than he is' I´m forty,
Embarrased at mispronouncing words,
Embarrased at the laughter of my children,
The grocery, the mailman. Sometimes I take
my English book and lock myself in the bathroom,
say the thick words softly, for if I stop trying, I will be deaf
when my children need my help.
Pat Mora
I am more than thankful for all the opportunities my parents have given me. I realize now that sometimes, a lot of times, I am too wrapped on myself to show them how much I love them, to speak, watch movies, and say 'I love you' in a language that makes it clear how deeply I feel about that.
Today, a friend draw my attention to this poem. I cried. I realized I've been a selfish brat, in any and all languages. I plan on seeing movies other than action ones, and in a language my mother understand.
Please read below this beautiful and heartbreaking poem by Pat Mora:
Elena
My Spanish isn`t good enoughI remember how I`d smile
Listening my little ones
Understanding every word they´d say,
Their jokes, their songs, their plots
Vamos a pedirle dulces a mama. Vamos.
But that was in Mexico.
Now my children go to American High Schools.
They speak English. At night they sit around the
Kitchen table, laugh with one another.
I stand at the stove and feel dumb, alone.
I bought a book to learn English.
My husband frowned, drank more beer.
My oldest said, 'Mama, he doesn´t want you to
Be smarter than he is' I´m forty,
Embarrased at mispronouncing words,
Embarrased at the laughter of my children,
The grocery, the mailman. Sometimes I take
my English book and lock myself in the bathroom,
say the thick words softly, for if I stop trying, I will be deaf
when my children need my help.
Pat Mora
Thursday, April 7, 2011
What If Feels Like For A Girl
Girls can wear jeans,
and cut their hair short.
Wear shirts and boots,
'cause it's ok to be a boy.
But for a boy to look like a girl, it's degrading,
'cause you think that being a girl is degrading.
But secretely you'd love to know what it's like,
wouldn't you?
What if feels like for a girl.
Ian McEwan, The Cement Garden
I read "The Cement Garden" a few years back. Its a non-stop ride, shocking at times, the kind of book that draws you in, makes you cringe and you can't stop reading. The quote I posted (which Madonna uses at the beginning of her song of the same name) its what stuck with me from the book.
I don't think I ever stopped to really think what it's like for a girl, I understand it is different and well, I always left it at that.
Yesterday, through a friend I ran into a website that not only made me think of what it feels like for a girl, but to a degree helped me to have a glimpse of what that is.
The website open with "A place to treat bros like girls" and as I started perousing it, I found picture upon picture of men, men with perfect bodies/skin/hair/fashion sense...you get the idea.
As I looked at all those perfect men, I caught myself mentally comparing myself to them, realizing how I don't have the perfect body, skin, hair, clothes. The more I looked the more I kept on comparing. And then it dawn on me: Im a grown ass man, I have (thought I had?) a somewhat understanding of who I am, I am comfortable with my body and soul and even then I caught myself thinking that maybe I need to loose weight, lock myself in a gym, go clothes shopping. Immediatly I realized how hard it is to be a girl. To have unreal images of what pretty/cool is thrown at you since you are a child. To be seen as an object, a "pretty one"or not.
Ladies, to all of you, I salute your strenght, your inner power and beauty.
P.
p.s. if you are interested in the website : http://youareanobject.com/
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
THE POWER OF THE WORD ( & our irresponsibility)
Pheeewww! what a day. A sad one. By now we are all aware of what happened in Tucson, Arizona, of the shooting, the deaths, the tragedy, and those fighting for their life, including Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords. Its not something I can personally come to terms with in any level. I am also resigned to the fact that I might never know, I will never know what happened. Not for a conspiracy theory, but a much simpler fact, I will never be able to know what was in the shooters head, why or anything of the like. To me it´s another senseless act of violence, one that like many others should not happen.
As everyone else I am also aware of the political background and how this tragedy IS being used for the benefit of some and the detriment of others.
I was very vocal on twitter about my indignation about what was on Sarah Palin´s website as pretty much a political hit list. It was taken down from her website but you can se a screenshot here . I was vocal about my indignation. Some people took it as me tainting a tragedy with political undertones. Couldn´t be further from the truth.
Do I think Sarah Palin has anything to do with this shotting? NO. Do I think by her having a "political hit list" she encouraged violence? I don´t know. Do I think she is absolutely irresponsible with her words and sometimes actions? YES.
First of all let me assure you this has nothing to do with politics. To me the issue is people in the public eye, with a voice heard by millions, she is a politician, she could be an actress for all I care. My problem is that none of us understand, realize or respect the sanctity of the word. With our words we can create or destroy, you do it, I do it, everyday. I tell you "you look good today" or "you look like shit" and there´s a consequence to that. Our words are magic, we choose to use them as white or black magic.
So what really drives me crazy is that people in general, and specifically people that are public are so careless with their words and what effect they might have. No, Sarah Palin has no doing on this, but I personally think she is accountable for the message she is spewing. Personally I don´t think is clever, funny, creative to have a political "hit list." Im semi sane. Did she (or any of her advisors) stop to think what a disturbed, mentally unhealthy person would make of that? They probably did after the fact, hence taking the post down.
My frustration is not political, is a frustration from the pit of my stomach that us, as "evolved" beings DO NOT take responsibility for our actions, let alone our WORDS and the implications of that.
So, yes, I am pissed when I look at this picture:
To me it says "I am not aware of the power I have over people. I am not aware that what I say might be misconstrued. I did not stop and think what the implications of the way I CHOOSE to use my words might have. I don´t care."
You have your opinions and beliefs and I respect them. I expect the same from you. And yes, I have thought and chosen my words as carefully as I can.
P.
As everyone else I am also aware of the political background and how this tragedy IS being used for the benefit of some and the detriment of others.
I was very vocal on twitter about my indignation about what was on Sarah Palin´s website as pretty much a political hit list. It was taken down from her website but you can se a screenshot here . I was vocal about my indignation. Some people took it as me tainting a tragedy with political undertones. Couldn´t be further from the truth.
Do I think Sarah Palin has anything to do with this shotting? NO. Do I think by her having a "political hit list" she encouraged violence? I don´t know. Do I think she is absolutely irresponsible with her words and sometimes actions? YES.
First of all let me assure you this has nothing to do with politics. To me the issue is people in the public eye, with a voice heard by millions, she is a politician, she could be an actress for all I care. My problem is that none of us understand, realize or respect the sanctity of the word. With our words we can create or destroy, you do it, I do it, everyday. I tell you "you look good today" or "you look like shit" and there´s a consequence to that. Our words are magic, we choose to use them as white or black magic.
So what really drives me crazy is that people in general, and specifically people that are public are so careless with their words and what effect they might have. No, Sarah Palin has no doing on this, but I personally think she is accountable for the message she is spewing. Personally I don´t think is clever, funny, creative to have a political "hit list." Im semi sane. Did she (or any of her advisors) stop to think what a disturbed, mentally unhealthy person would make of that? They probably did after the fact, hence taking the post down.
My frustration is not political, is a frustration from the pit of my stomach that us, as "evolved" beings DO NOT take responsibility for our actions, let alone our WORDS and the implications of that.
So, yes, I am pissed when I look at this picture:
To me it says "I am not aware of the power I have over people. I am not aware that what I say might be misconstrued. I did not stop and think what the implications of the way I CHOOSE to use my words might have. I don´t care."
You have your opinions and beliefs and I respect them. I expect the same from you. And yes, I have thought and chosen my words as carefully as I can.
P.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
HABIBI "darling, something is wrong with your head"
You are looking at a still from the film HABIBI by the talented director and dear friend Susan Youssef. What? You haven´t heard about it? Well, that is because the film is in the final stages of being completed.
I am going to tell you about my love for Susan and for this "baby" of hers. Before embarking on this labor of love, Susan had succesfully made five short films. I met Susan at the Sundance Film Festival while I was working there and she was screening her work. I cannot tell you how we met, or any other detalis. To be honest I don´t remember them. We kept in touch and in 2006 she was screening her short film "Marjoun and the Flying Headscarf" I remember that we wanted to meet even if for a litte time to catch up. I was running from screenings to press confereces, to some other non sense and I am sure she was equally busy, but we manage to arrange a time to meet. THAT, I remember quite well. It was snowing in Park City, it was freezing cold, I run into the Frontier on Main venue and we found a place to sit and chat. To the day I remember that clearly, because I was running into the place to meet her and was supposed to run to be somewhere else after. The moment we sat to talk and she started telling me about HABIBI and I looked into those big beautiful eyes I just could not be rushed, I could not rush my conversation with her, nor did I want to. Passion is a powerful force, when paired with following one´s dreams, well, its simply unstopable.
I left her with the certainty that for as a daunting task it is to make a film IN Gaza, raise the money and actually seeing that through, Susan would do it.
In todays day when independent filmmaking is such a common place, we sometimes forget what truly is to make a film independently. Susan´s work on HABIBI has been such an inspiring way for me to remember, not only what it takes to make an indie film, but how we CAN make our dreams come true, only if we are willing to sacrifice and work. A lot.
Over the years since my conversation with Susan in Park City I have stayed in touch, I have cheered her on, I have asked, I have been in awe. She did raise the money to go and actually shoot the film in Gaza. Let that sink in for a minute. She raised the money and actually shot her film in Gaza.
I am lucky enough to have a good relationship and sometimes friendship with many talented filmmakers, people with a true passion for their craft. I usually don´t go out there, yelling from the rooftops how great they are.
This is different. I have and continue to see Susan battling it out for this film to be completed, for her voice to be heard. Trust me, it needs to be heard. The film is done for the most part. She just has the last stretch to be done. I am going to let her tell you herself. Before I do that, I am going to ask you something simple: Do you have dreams? Did you ever run after them? Are you still dreaming? How woud you feel if someone helped you along the way?
Keep those questions in your mind, then just click HABIBI and hear from Susan herself.
From me, a heartfelt THANK YOU!
P.
P.S. For more detailed information on the film, please visit the official site http://www.habibithefilm.com/
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
2011 is here, am I?
I haven´t blogged since last year. I just didn´t have anything to say. The last 3 months of last year were the culmination of a year of rebirth, reflexion, being humbled and learning, learning, learning.
I have let myself open to being taught (even if sometimes its rough teaching) by life what I need to know. So far, it works greatly. Many times I founf myself under different situations that were not what I wanted, or the best of situations. I learned to look at those situations as learning opportunities. I changed "shit happens" to "lessons happen" That changed my way of facing situations, instead of cursing up and down and asking Zeus (or the deity of the day) "what the ....?" I started thinking "what am I missing?" That made a whole lot of difference. I started recognizing a pattern where things happen because I need to experience them for my own personal growth. And yes, I am learning from it.
Just in case that concept wasn´t clear with me, the "get it now" moment happened on December 31st, 2010. I had been thinking I need to be more in the HERE, wherever that is completely as opposed as being here but twitting, texting with friends and sometimes wondering or day dreaming of being somewhere else.
As December 31st came closer to an end I was on a fever of texts, tweets and not being present to the moment. So, since I already had a clue but was not acting upon it, life took it upon itself to show me how´s done. A few hours before midnight my phone just simply kicked the bucked. At first I was a bit upset. Then I chilled, looked at the situation and smiled. I was now going to BE present. And I did, I had a wonderful evening, I saw the stars, the fireworks, danced until 7ish in the morning. No tweets, no texts.
I realized that al my numbers and some texts I had saved were gone. But I also realized that my friends and family are always near. The text messages I had saved were gone, but the love and encouraging words are there, shall I choose to talk to them and be present to out time together.
Im glad the phone is gone, giving way to a new appreciation for NOW.
Are you HERE, NOW?
P.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Just in case...
Just in case you need a reminder as I often do, here´s a quick list:
- You are loved.
- No one, is, ever was or ever will be like you. Now, don´t try to be like someone else.
- Don´t take life too seriously, nobody gets out of it alive.
- Life IS a boomerang, be careful what you throw out there.
- Smile, hug and dance like your life depends on it. It just might.
- Take the time to taste your food, be thankful for it and share it with loved ones.
- Wine is good for the heart. (they say a glass a day, Im conducting my own research, will let you know)
That should carry me on this week.
Peace,
p.
- You are loved.
- No one, is, ever was or ever will be like you. Now, don´t try to be like someone else.
- Don´t take life too seriously, nobody gets out of it alive.
- Life IS a boomerang, be careful what you throw out there.
- Smile, hug and dance like your life depends on it. It just might.
- Take the time to taste your food, be thankful for it and share it with loved ones.
- Wine is good for the heart. (they say a glass a day, Im conducting my own research, will let you know)
That should carry me on this week.
Peace,
p.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
A Zebra for an Angel
and incurable type of cancer, carcinoid cancer, which basically means that
tumors grow everywhere in her body, and no matter how many times they take them
out, they just keep growing back. She was diagnosed 4 years ago in october, and
her positive attitude has allowed her to live long past when most patients
succumb to the disease. She is 41 years old, and has 4 kids. She has spent her
life educating children and helping to raise her younger siblings."
I always ask about Angel and I am always surprised that she keeps fighting and doing so with a positive attitude and a strong will. Not once have I asked about Angel and heard of her complaining about the hand that life dealt her, about the pains Im sure she goes through, physical and emotional ones. Pains i cannnot even imagine. I always stand amazed at such fortitude. She´s not one to dwell on self pity. You can read all she does in this article. I guess when you live life a certain way, you face adversity the same way you have lived life. So it does not surprise me that Angel, who was teacher of the year (you can read another article about that here) is teaching us a lesson and asking us, to join in.
She started a campaign to raise awareness to this type of cancer (one doctor's rarely check
for) and to show support for those suffering from it. She calls it zebra stripes, and would like pictures of people wearing black and white to create a mural at her doctor's office (she's also an avid artist), to show all of her fellow patients, they are not alone.
I for one, will be wearing black and white, taking a picture and sending it to her. To show her, she is not alone, to show the other patients they are not alone. I invite you to wear your black and white, or if not, to take a black and white picture, tweet it to me (@pabl0godoy) or post it here. Let´s make a giant zebra together, one for an Angel.
Thank you.
p.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Little gestures.
This is a good start*:
*thanks to Karyn Murphy for the beautiful picture.
Every single day I see miracles all around me. Every single day I wake up ready to be surprised by life and what it drops at my feet. Every single day I am more grateful than the day before.
I keep understanding what I have taken as one of my personal mantras in life: "Whatever we do to others, we do to ourselves first." The more I live, the more that it becomes clear that we are all one, that there´s no ´you´and ´me´ there´s US. I was raised to treat others with kindness and sometimes I did, sometimes not so much.
As time goes by I have learned that it is the only way to go. I know that I will never know what you are going through, where you come from or how you are doing, but, I do know that being kind to you is not a sacrifice and by doing so I am just being kind to myself.
It´s amazing to me how little gestures can make such a difference in my life as well as the lives of others. Unbeknownst to you, that smile, that pat on my shoulder, that simple ´thank you´has gotten me through the day many times. For the past couple weeks I have been thinking about this a lot. In my life it always seems that a series of events highlight a particular principle. This past two weeks I have been experiencing a lot of the consequences of little gestures, either done by me or done by others to me.
I have the most amazing family and friends, the ones that always seem to know when to call, text, email, or send a smoke signal, for no other reason than to make me smile. As I have been away from many I have learned that time and distance have no effect on relationships based on love and respect. Love is the strongest bond, the fastest conductor, the most beautiful messanger. Love is also so simple that it becomes complicated. To me, and in my experience, love is just that one call, that one text, that one hug, the beautiful silence and the crazy nights, all in one.
I also find that in my life, the language of love is like love, simple. I believe love communicates in little gestures that seemingly without a reason touches us and lifts us up.
I was listening to Argentine singer Patricia Sosa talk about her foundation. She has a foundation to help a native tribe in Argentina, the Tobas. She was telling the story of how she got involved in that work. Talk about little gestures. In 2008 that particular tribe in the Argentine Chaco was going through a hard time, two children had died of hunger, a teenage had tried to commit suicide, the situation was desperate. So the shaman of the tribe gathered them together to do a ´fire ceremony´to ask for help. So there they are, arund the fire, asking for help. In that remote area where they are, while doing the ceremony a car passed by and they heard a song by Patricia about LOVE. They took that as a sign and the next day they went to the closest town to find out who the singer was. Once they found out who she was they also found out she was singing in a month in another city not far, not close. So they got tickets for one of the tribe members (Norma) to travel to where she was going to sing. She left a red envelope in the ticket office for Patricia letting her know the situation of the tribe and how they needed her help. Twenty days went by until Patricia opens the red envelope and reads the story. In the letter they left a phone number. Patricia calls the number right away to find out it was the number of the closest town´s church. She talks to the priest who tells her that Norma was right there next to him in church. Patricia speaks with Norma who tells her that she was in church waiting for her call. To which Patricia said." but it´s been 20 days, what if I never called?" She said that then Norma laughed and said to her."neah, this is all in God´s hands." Thats how her foundation got started and keeps helping the Tobas in all she can. You can check her foundation here
That to me sums up what I am tryig to say. Little gestures, little kind efforts, those are the words of love. Let´s all speak that language, we don´t need anything other than a good disposition to change, our life and that of others.
One little gesture a day, one smile, one hug, one note...please do join me in passing this on.
P.
Every single day I see miracles all around me. Every single day I wake up ready to be surprised by life and what it drops at my feet. Every single day I am more grateful than the day before.
I keep understanding what I have taken as one of my personal mantras in life: "Whatever we do to others, we do to ourselves first." The more I live, the more that it becomes clear that we are all one, that there´s no ´you´and ´me´ there´s US. I was raised to treat others with kindness and sometimes I did, sometimes not so much.
As time goes by I have learned that it is the only way to go. I know that I will never know what you are going through, where you come from or how you are doing, but, I do know that being kind to you is not a sacrifice and by doing so I am just being kind to myself.
It´s amazing to me how little gestures can make such a difference in my life as well as the lives of others. Unbeknownst to you, that smile, that pat on my shoulder, that simple ´thank you´has gotten me through the day many times. For the past couple weeks I have been thinking about this a lot. In my life it always seems that a series of events highlight a particular principle. This past two weeks I have been experiencing a lot of the consequences of little gestures, either done by me or done by others to me.
I have the most amazing family and friends, the ones that always seem to know when to call, text, email, or send a smoke signal, for no other reason than to make me smile. As I have been away from many I have learned that time and distance have no effect on relationships based on love and respect. Love is the strongest bond, the fastest conductor, the most beautiful messanger. Love is also so simple that it becomes complicated. To me, and in my experience, love is just that one call, that one text, that one hug, the beautiful silence and the crazy nights, all in one.
I also find that in my life, the language of love is like love, simple. I believe love communicates in little gestures that seemingly without a reason touches us and lifts us up.
I was listening to Argentine singer Patricia Sosa talk about her foundation. She has a foundation to help a native tribe in Argentina, the Tobas. She was telling the story of how she got involved in that work. Talk about little gestures. In 2008 that particular tribe in the Argentine Chaco was going through a hard time, two children had died of hunger, a teenage had tried to commit suicide, the situation was desperate. So the shaman of the tribe gathered them together to do a ´fire ceremony´to ask for help. So there they are, arund the fire, asking for help. In that remote area where they are, while doing the ceremony a car passed by and they heard a song by Patricia about LOVE. They took that as a sign and the next day they went to the closest town to find out who the singer was. Once they found out who she was they also found out she was singing in a month in another city not far, not close. So they got tickets for one of the tribe members (Norma) to travel to where she was going to sing. She left a red envelope in the ticket office for Patricia letting her know the situation of the tribe and how they needed her help. Twenty days went by until Patricia opens the red envelope and reads the story. In the letter they left a phone number. Patricia calls the number right away to find out it was the number of the closest town´s church. She talks to the priest who tells her that Norma was right there next to him in church. Patricia speaks with Norma who tells her that she was in church waiting for her call. To which Patricia said." but it´s been 20 days, what if I never called?" She said that then Norma laughed and said to her."neah, this is all in God´s hands." Thats how her foundation got started and keeps helping the Tobas in all she can. You can check her foundation here
That to me sums up what I am tryig to say. Little gestures, little kind efforts, those are the words of love. Let´s all speak that language, we don´t need anything other than a good disposition to change, our life and that of others.
One little gesture a day, one smile, one hug, one note...please do join me in passing this on.
P.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
World Toast, Global Cheer.
It ocurred to me that a lot of times we get together as friends and family over a drink. Whether is wine, beer, coffee or tea, we sit, we chat, we get together.
Today, thanks to technology we are all a click away from chatting with people we might or might not know around the world, we share ideas, pictures, news. So it seems to me is a natural thing to have a World toast, to bring Global Cheer into our lives. It might be a way to get to understand each other a bit better, across cultures, borders and languages. Or it might just be an excuse to get sloshed. Either way, let´s get together.
Our global forum will be twitter (www.twitter.com) An easy way to get together will be using a hash tag, everything related with the world toast will be tweeted using the hash tag #worldtoast and it will appear on red in the tweets. By clicking there you will be taken to the global conversation.
If you are away from the net, just remember to cheer, chat and meet others on Saturday night. Many others around the word will be doing the same.
Saturday is a day most people are off but I also keep in mind that in some parts of the world it will be Sunday morning. So you don´t have to be chugging beers at 7am, the idea is just to get together over your drink of choice, whether is wine or coffee.
This World Toast will happen between Saturday eve, August 28th and Sunday morning, August 29th, depending on where you are in the world. So look at the map and see where you are and what time it is for you and join us.
Here´s a TIME ZONES map, to help us get together at the same time. http://www.worldtimezone.com/Here´s more info:
http://ow.ly/2sc3O
WORLD TOAST: A movement of Happiness and Forward thinking!
08.23.10 - UPDATE: So far people in many states in the United States, Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay, New Zealand, Australia, France, England, Sweeden, Netherlands, China, Japan, Mexico, Spain, and counting are joining us, be the next!
Today, thanks to technology we are all a click away from chatting with people we might or might not know around the world, we share ideas, pictures, news. So it seems to me is a natural thing to have a World toast, to bring Global Cheer into our lives. It might be a way to get to understand each other a bit better, across cultures, borders and languages. Or it might just be an excuse to get sloshed. Either way, let´s get together.
Our global forum will be twitter (www.twitter.com) An easy way to get together will be using a hash tag, everything related with the world toast will be tweeted using the hash tag #worldtoast and it will appear on red in the tweets. By clicking there you will be taken to the global conversation.
If you are away from the net, just remember to cheer, chat and meet others on Saturday night. Many others around the word will be doing the same.
Saturday is a day most people are off but I also keep in mind that in some parts of the world it will be Sunday morning. So you don´t have to be chugging beers at 7am, the idea is just to get together over your drink of choice, whether is wine or coffee.
This World Toast will happen between Saturday eve, August 28th and Sunday morning, August 29th, depending on where you are in the world. So look at the map and see where you are and what time it is for you and join us.
Here´s a TIME ZONES map, to help us get together at the same time. http://www.worldtimezone.com/Here´s more info:
http://ow.ly/2sc3O
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Sunday, August 15, 2010
Dinner & a Movie
So this is a new thing I will be adding to my blog. Once a week, either Sunday or Monday I will recommend a movie and a recipe to go with it.
I have this passion for film and specially for those little gems that sometimes don't make it to main stream and should not be missed in my opinion.
This week I would like to recommend a Swedish film. It is intense, deals with those teenage years and all that happens when we try to belong, sometimes going to extreme measures to do so. It will make you laugh and at time it will make you cringe in pain for the main character. I think it's a great exercise on how we can loose friends and gain friends, both for wrong reasons.
This 2004 film is "The Ketchup Effect" Rent it, check it, tell me what you think of it.
Now what to have for dinner with it? I'd say something easy and light.
How about a spinach salad with Balsamic reduction and blue cheese.
So grab some spinach, wash them and out them in a bowl. Then if you don't have balsamic reduction just put some balsamic vinegar in a small pot and get it to boil. Then reduce heat and let it simmer. Keep an eye out as it will thicken fast. Once is thicker (not like honey but almost) take of the stove and let it cool.
In the bowl with the spinach add some raisins and nuts. Mix together. Serve on a plate, drizzle with the balsamic reduction and sprinkle with blue cheese crumbles. You are done!
I recommend a good Sauvignon Blanc to go with it, specially from New Zealand. Try the Dog Point.
There you have it, dinner and a movie.
I have this passion for film and specially for those little gems that sometimes don't make it to main stream and should not be missed in my opinion.
This week I would like to recommend a Swedish film. It is intense, deals with those teenage years and all that happens when we try to belong, sometimes going to extreme measures to do so. It will make you laugh and at time it will make you cringe in pain for the main character. I think it's a great exercise on how we can loose friends and gain friends, both for wrong reasons.
This 2004 film is "The Ketchup Effect" Rent it, check it, tell me what you think of it.
Now what to have for dinner with it? I'd say something easy and light.
How about a spinach salad with Balsamic reduction and blue cheese.
So grab some spinach, wash them and out them in a bowl. Then if you don't have balsamic reduction just put some balsamic vinegar in a small pot and get it to boil. Then reduce heat and let it simmer. Keep an eye out as it will thicken fast. Once is thicker (not like honey but almost) take of the stove and let it cool.
In the bowl with the spinach add some raisins and nuts. Mix together. Serve on a plate, drizzle with the balsamic reduction and sprinkle with blue cheese crumbles. You are done!
I recommend a good Sauvignon Blanc to go with it, specially from New Zealand. Try the Dog Point.
There you have it, dinner and a movie.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Then, I cried.
I need to take a deep breath right now. Today has been one of those emotional days where events keep happening, pulling you and pushing you, adding up to the breaking point where an epiphany happens or where you just break down and cry. Both happened.
I am the kind of guy that does not wear my heart on my sleeve, it's actually in my hand, ready to be given out. I believe guys do cry, I allow myself to FEEL, to be moved, to be weak. I believe it takes a stronger guy to actually cry than to hold back. I'm not concerned about how that will be read by others. I am only concerned with being true to myself.
I was watching the news, or the bad news as rarely ever there's any positive thing worth a highlight it seems. Let me bring you up to speed. Three days ago, in Buenos Aires a woman withdrew 20k from the bank. As she was getting out of her car at home she got approached by two thieves that took her money and shot her. She was 9 months pregnant. She miraculously survived, had a c-section and her child is alive. Both of them are in ICU. Then thewy showed this footage of this poor neighborhood that has been flooded. People were already living in bad conditions. Then I see them carrying their babies and children and one or two bags of belongings with water up to their waist in the freezing winter time.
Later as I checked my email I got one from a friend telling me her friend was unhappy with himself, with who he is, because he is gay.
At this time I think I need to be distracted and decide to see what movie is showing on TV. Ha! Motorcycle Diaries. Amazing movie. Touching and eye opening. So even I have seen it before, I watch again. My heart is already cracked.
Then I ran into this article about a child in Malawi, you can read it here and the overload seem evident.
I have learned a simple truth. When life presents you with a lesson and you don't learn it, it will keep on coming back, wearing a different pair of pants. So here I am, with life's lesson in so many different assorted pants.
I get it. I do. There's injustice, there's suffering, there's ugliness we do to one another, there's ugliness we do to ourselves, there's pain and suffering in this world. Then, we are breathless and wonder: "now what?"
Right after that question I cried. I cried for the mother to be being shot and having hers and her child lives hanging on a thread. I cried for those families flooded, that might or might not have a roof over their heads as I type. I cried for the kid that can't love himself as he is because he was told by us that gay is bad. I cried for all those orphans in Malawi that might not have a chance.
But those tears are also tears of thankfulness and gratitude. I am alive, I am healthy, I have a roof over my head, love in my life and I can do what I want. You know what? I truly get it, life is telling me: "you are lucky, why don't you give others a hand?"
I can't do it all. I can't change the world on my own. Or can I?
I think we all can. If we change our immediate world, imagine the ripple effect and how far that can get? I can care for others, I can love without conditions, I can look out for those around me, I can feed someone, I can shelter many.
Let's not allow injustice to freeze us, to become a common place we are insensitive to. Let's raise our voices. Let's start each day taking notice of all we are given and finally, let's just give a little back.
It's ok if we cry.
P.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Life has my back.
Today I woke up not being myself. Well, to make it clear, I fully expect every morning to wake up not being myself, not being the one that I was the day before but an improved version of the day before. I usually wake up, shower, have my coffee and get on with the day, full of hope and things to do and discover.
Today was different, woke up, started the day as usual but feeling out of sync. Does that ever happen to you? You start your day and you just don't seem to "catch on." I am not talking about things to be done but about the distinct feeling that you are "out of it."
This soon turned into a feeling of anxiety and discomfort and me trying to find a reason for it and something to do to be "grounded" again.
I realized that even not being aware I have been stressed about my impending return to the US. Granted I am not climbing on a plane tomorrow but somehow I have been on an off wondering many things. What am I going to do when I head back? Will I be able to continue moving forward and concentrating on the things that I know are important? Will I keep on working on myself? Thing is that being in different countries, without a lot of pressure, spending time on my inner self, caring for things that are important to me seems easier than doing it back home while waiting at a Starbucks line for my dirty chai.
I realize that all the lessons I have been learning over the past year need to be very present in my life regardless of where I am. I cannot say I can be a better person when removed from my own life or on a different area code. The real challenge is to be better, each day, while being present and living life one day at the time.
Just as I was pondering this and not feeling too great about it my phone rang. One of my best friends with whom I hadn't talked to in a couple months calls me out of the blue. He is a very intuitive guy and one of the few people that has a natural gift to mellow me out, put things in perspective and inspire me.
I told him all my concerns about my return, all the thoughts I had. I went outside and sat on the grass while the sun warmed me up and my friend warmed my heart. We talked for a while. At the end of my conversation all my anxiety was gone. I was again grounded and I am looking forward to the future while firmly grounded in the present.
I am so grateful that life has a way to watch over me, to send me the right messages at the needed time if I am willing to listen.
I love my friends, the messengers of love, hope, joy and all things good that life sends my way.
I am happy. I am light, I am love, I am joy.
I wish you the same.
P.
Today was different, woke up, started the day as usual but feeling out of sync. Does that ever happen to you? You start your day and you just don't seem to "catch on." I am not talking about things to be done but about the distinct feeling that you are "out of it."
This soon turned into a feeling of anxiety and discomfort and me trying to find a reason for it and something to do to be "grounded" again.
I realized that even not being aware I have been stressed about my impending return to the US. Granted I am not climbing on a plane tomorrow but somehow I have been on an off wondering many things. What am I going to do when I head back? Will I be able to continue moving forward and concentrating on the things that I know are important? Will I keep on working on myself? Thing is that being in different countries, without a lot of pressure, spending time on my inner self, caring for things that are important to me seems easier than doing it back home while waiting at a Starbucks line for my dirty chai.
I realize that all the lessons I have been learning over the past year need to be very present in my life regardless of where I am. I cannot say I can be a better person when removed from my own life or on a different area code. The real challenge is to be better, each day, while being present and living life one day at the time.
Just as I was pondering this and not feeling too great about it my phone rang. One of my best friends with whom I hadn't talked to in a couple months calls me out of the blue. He is a very intuitive guy and one of the few people that has a natural gift to mellow me out, put things in perspective and inspire me.
I told him all my concerns about my return, all the thoughts I had. I went outside and sat on the grass while the sun warmed me up and my friend warmed my heart. We talked for a while. At the end of my conversation all my anxiety was gone. I was again grounded and I am looking forward to the future while firmly grounded in the present.
I am so grateful that life has a way to watch over me, to send me the right messages at the needed time if I am willing to listen.
I love my friends, the messengers of love, hope, joy and all things good that life sends my way.
I am happy. I am light, I am love, I am joy.
I wish you the same.
P.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
What's missing?
It has been an interesting last couple weeks. I have an uncle who is over 70 and due to some long, complicated health issues had to have one of his legs amputated. It was a long process that came to that less than pleasant end. There was a lot that he cold have done, things that could have been changed, things that could have been different. Regardless, what was done or not done happened and he has only one leg left.
He was telling me that one of the hardest things now is that he experiences a lot of pain, waves of pain. On the leg that is no longer there. He also gets itches on that leg and clearly there's nothing that can be done about this, since the leg is no longer there. Apparently, its something that happens normally when people get a limb amputated. They go for a log time after the surgery with the sensation that the limb is still there and that it hurts, itches, etc.
This got me thinking of other situations in our lives. It actually got me thinking about relationships that we are in, relationships that could have been one way or another, that could have gone in a different direction. However, then the relationship ends and for months we are left hurting/itching over something that is no longer there.
I think there is a healthy time period of mourning for a relationship, what ever kind of relationship that is. I also think at some point we need to let go, don't give in the "phantom pain or itch" and move on. When something is no longer there, we need to let it go. Apparently, even when it is gone, we can be attached to it.
Like my uncle, looking at his missing leg,still feeling it it, sometimes we look at the empty space a relationship used to occupy and still feel it there.
It's going to take a lot of courage for my uncle to keep moving forward, to learn to live with what is no longer there, to learn to be independent again. I invite you to join me, like him, let's look at what is no longer there, let's take a deep breath and re-learn to heal, to move forward, to let go of what is obviously already gone.
Thank you,
Pablo
He was telling me that one of the hardest things now is that he experiences a lot of pain, waves of pain. On the leg that is no longer there. He also gets itches on that leg and clearly there's nothing that can be done about this, since the leg is no longer there. Apparently, its something that happens normally when people get a limb amputated. They go for a log time after the surgery with the sensation that the limb is still there and that it hurts, itches, etc.
This got me thinking of other situations in our lives. It actually got me thinking about relationships that we are in, relationships that could have been one way or another, that could have gone in a different direction. However, then the relationship ends and for months we are left hurting/itching over something that is no longer there.
I think there is a healthy time period of mourning for a relationship, what ever kind of relationship that is. I also think at some point we need to let go, don't give in the "phantom pain or itch" and move on. When something is no longer there, we need to let it go. Apparently, even when it is gone, we can be attached to it.
Like my uncle, looking at his missing leg,still feeling it it, sometimes we look at the empty space a relationship used to occupy and still feel it there.
It's going to take a lot of courage for my uncle to keep moving forward, to learn to live with what is no longer there, to learn to be independent again. I invite you to join me, like him, let's look at what is no longer there, let's take a deep breath and re-learn to heal, to move forward, to let go of what is obviously already gone.
Thank you,
Pablo
它是一個有趣的最後幾個星期。我有一個叔叔是誰在70和由於一些長期的，複雜的健康問題已經有一個他的雙腿截肢。這是一個漫長的過程，來不到愉快的結束。有很多，他做了寒冷，事情可能有所改變，事情會有所不同。無論如何，這事或沒有做的事，他只有一條腿了。
他告訴我，最難的事情之一，現在是他經歷了很多痛苦，海浪的痛苦。在腿上是不再存在。他還獲得癢該腿，並清楚沒有什麼可以做這一點，因為腿不再存在。顯然，其發生的事情通常當人們獲得一個肢體截肢。他們去了測井時間與手術後的肢體感覺仍然存在，它痛，癢等
這引起了我的思想，在我們生活中的其他情況。它實際上是讓我思考的關係，我們正處在關係，可能是這種或那種方式，這本來可以在不同的方向。然而，當時的關係結束，剩下的幾個月中，我們傷害 /瘙癢多的東西不再存在。
我認為有一個健康的一段時間內悼念關係，什麼都種關係，這種關係。我也認為在某些時候，我們需要讓去，不給在“幻肢痛或癢”，繼續前進。當事情不再存在，我們必須讓他走了。很顯然，即便是走了，我們可以連接到它。
我的叔叔一樣，看著他失踪的腿，仍然感覺它，有時我們看空的空間佔用和利用的關係還是覺得那裡。
這將需要相當的勇氣，我的叔叔繼續向前走，學習與生活不再有什麼，要學會獨立了。我邀請您加入我，像他這樣，讓我們來看看什麼是不再存在，讓我們深呼吸，重新學習癒合，以向前邁進，放手顯然已經走了。
謝謝你，
他告訴我，最難的事情之一，現在是他經歷了很多痛苦，海浪的痛苦。在腿上是不再存在。他還獲得癢該腿，並清楚沒有什麼可以做這一點，因為腿不再存在。顯然，其發生的事情通常當人們獲得一個肢體截肢。他們去了測井時間與手術後的肢體感覺仍然存在，它痛，癢等
這引起了我的思想，在我們生活中的其他情況。它實際上是讓我思考的關係，我們正處在關係，可能是這種或那種方式，這本來可以在不同的方向。然而，當時的關係結束，剩下的幾個月中，我們傷害 /瘙癢多的東西不再存在。
我認為有一個健康的一段時間內悼念關係，什麼都種關係，這種關係。我也認為在某些時候，我們需要讓去，不給在“幻肢痛或癢”，繼續前進。當事情不再存在，我們必須讓他走了。很顯然，即便是走了，我們可以連接到它。
我的叔叔一樣，看著他失踪的腿，仍然感覺它，有時我們看空的空間佔用和利用的關係還是覺得那裡。
這將需要相當的勇氣，我的叔叔繼續向前走，學習與生活不再有什麼，要學會獨立了。我邀請您加入我，像他這樣，讓我們來看看什麼是不再存在，讓我們深呼吸，重新學習癒合，以向前邁進，放手顯然已經走了。
謝謝你，
これは面白い最後の数週間されている。私は70のためにいくつかの長い、複雑な健康上の問題は彼の足を持っている必要があったことです叔父が切断。それは以下の快適な最後に来て長いプロセスだった。たくさんは、彼が冷たい、異なっている可能性がものを変更されている可能性が物事を行っているでした。にもかかわらず、何か行われていたが起こった行われていない、彼は1つだけの脚を持って参加しました。
彼は私に1つが難しいこと、今、彼は多くの痛みを、痛みの波が発生さ言っていた。もはやそこにある脚で。彼はまた、足とかゆみを取得明確にあるこのことについて行うことができます何もない、足がもはや存在しないからである。どうやら、通常、人々は手足を取得起こるのか切断。彼らは感覚が手足はまだそこにであること、そしてそれが、かゆみなどが痛いと手術後のログの時間のために行く
これは私たちの生活の他の状況の考えるようになった。これは、実際私は私達が、1つの方法または別のことができた関係は関係について考えるようになった、異なる方向に行っていることができます。しかし、その後の関係が終了し、月間私たちは傷つけ/もはやそこにある何かをかゆみ残っている。
私はそこの関係を、どのようなこれまでの関係のようなことです喪の健全な期間だと思います。私はまた私達は行くように必要ないくつかの点で、"幻肢痛やかゆみに与えていない"と思うに移動します。何かがもはや存在しないが、我々はそれを手放す必要があります。どうやら場合でも、それは消えて、私たちはそれに添付することができます。
私の叔父と同様に、彼の行方不明の足を見ると、まだそれを感じ、時には我々は空のスペースの関係と占有するまだそこにそれを感じる使用見てください。
それは私の叔父の前進し続ける勇気がかかるし、一緒に暮らすことを学ぶだろうもはや存在しないが、どのような独立を再度することを学ぶ。私はあなたが、彼のように私を招待し、の、もはやそこにあるものを見てみましょう、深い呼吸と再癒すために学ぶみよう、フォワード、明らかに既に行っていることを手放すに移動します。
ありがとう、
パブロ
彼は私に1つが難しいこと、今、彼は多くの痛みを、痛みの波が発生さ言っていた。もはやそこにある脚で。彼はまた、足とかゆみを取得明確にあるこのことについて行うことができます何もない、足がもはや存在しないからである。どうやら、通常、人々は手足を取得起こるのか切断。彼らは感覚が手足はまだそこにであること、そしてそれが、かゆみなどが痛いと手術後のログの時間のために行く
これは私たちの生活の他の状況の考えるようになった。これは、実際私は私達が、1つの方法または別のことができた関係は関係について考えるようになった、異なる方向に行っていることができます。しかし、その後の関係が終了し、月間私たちは傷つけ/もはやそこにある何かをかゆみ残っている。
私はそこの関係を、どのようなこれまでの関係のようなことです喪の健全な期間だと思います。私はまた私達は行くように必要ないくつかの点で、"幻肢痛やかゆみに与えていない"と思うに移動します。何かがもはや存在しないが、我々はそれを手放す必要があります。どうやら場合でも、それは消えて、私たちはそれに添付することができます。
私の叔父と同様に、彼の行方不明の足を見ると、まだそれを感じ、時には我々は空のスペースの関係と占有するまだそこにそれを感じる使用見てください。
それは私の叔父の前進し続ける勇気がかかるし、一緒に暮らすことを学ぶだろうもはや存在しないが、どのような独立を再度することを学ぶ。私はあなたが、彼のように私を招待し、の、もはやそこにあるものを見てみましょう、深い呼吸と再癒すために学ぶみよう、フォワード、明らかに既に行っていることを手放すに移動します。
ありがとう、
パブロ
Saturday, July 3, 2010
The Cup of LIFE
Oh, there's so much we need to talk about. Granted, I've been MIA due to the World Cup. It is not just about the sport, its about life and life lessons learned on the field. That is what totally sucks me in this tournament. To see countries that have historical, political beef face off in a field and be civil to each other, gives me hope.
Also, like in life, logic does not apply, teams move forward based on preparation, chance, luck and sheer heart.
This world cup many of the favorites were out, Italy (reigning World Champion), France, Argentina, Brasil, England. Many teams that were the underdogs made it far.
I find a common denominator in life and the world cup = HEART, BEING IN THE MOMENT & VISUALIZING DREAMS AS REALITY.
Oscar Tabarez, the coach for the Uruguay team was asked what he thought about being in the finals. He said he could not think that far, he and his team were HERE & NOW (present) and they were consumed into winning in the here and now. He said, once we are over this, then we will think of the next game. I wish we could all face life that way. It's not about being in the future, its about being in the here and now.
In Uruguay's game yesterday, seconds from the game ending, Luis Suarez stopped a goal against his team with his hand, knowingly getting a red card and a penalty for Ghana. His other option was to let the goal happen and Ghana would win. The penalty didn't score and Uruguay got a chance at penalty kicks and hence won and got a ticket to the semifinals. Sometimes in life we need to sacrifice for the bigger goal. And it has to be decided in seconds.
Uruguay was the host of the first world cup ever. And they won. In 1950 they were finalists in Brasil, which was the host country. Against all odds they won.
None of that impresses me as much as the fact that Uruguay has always done what it does with respect, low profile and no ego. It has done it getting strength from where no one ever thought there was any strength left. It has quietly gone forward.
I want to be like the Uruguay team. They were the one before last team to qualify to the world cup. They quietly made it to one fo the 4 BEST teams in the world. They were classy and respectful all along.
If they make it to the finals, I will ask for pointers on how to be GREAT and HUMBLE.
P.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
There is a field
Beyond right and wrong, there is a field. I will meet you there.~ Rumi
I think this makes communication so hard and misunderstanding so easy. Not because we are not aware that we have different points of view, but because we want ours to prevail, we want to be right, we want our view to be the one that prevails.
I have given that up a while ago. I don't want to be right, I don't want to make you wrong. I want my views to be respected as I put effort on respecting yours.
Imagine this field beyond right and wrong. Imagine this beautiful place where we can walk, maybe even hand in hand. There is a light breeze, a beautiful sun and we have left all our preconceived notions of who we are far behind. We are there to enjoy each other's company, we are not there to prove anything, to be better or worse, to be right or wrong. We simply are. In this field I don't need to understand all about you, or even agree with it, I just need to respect you and love you as you are.
Truly, let's meet in that field and lets make it be the field we walk on every day, our whole life.
Would you come with me for a walk?
P.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Wave your flag
Start listening HERE first.
Here's the thing, the World Cup is upon us and I am so exited. I cannot say i am me without saying that there's this passion, this part of me that goes crazy over World Cups. Its not like the Super Bowl, I get crazy over that too, but this is different. It happens every 4 years, it involves pretty much the whole world and it is part of my identity. I remember growing up and even though I was not a soccer fan, I remember it being a part of my life. I remember days of school because our team was playing. I remember parades, I remember the "hand of God" controversy with Maradona.
So here I am, years later, being a sports freak, loving soccer. I love it not just because of the game itself. I love that most of the world will sit still during games and we will turn our eyes and hearts to a field and 90 minutes to be crowned the new World Cup Champion.
From Gianna Nanini in Italy here to Ricky Martin in France hereand now Shakira in South Africa, here each song of the world cup has given us passion, power, love in a language we all understand, the language of rhythm. If only us, as a species could get that rhythm, could understand that the same way we can peacefully play games across the world, deciding on the field who we are, we could solve most problems.... We are those kids playing with a ball, maybe not understanding each other, maybe not fully aware of the game but being driven by the passion inside. If world matters were to be discussed and treated with the same passion, there would be no wars, there would be a game, and flags and passion. So this world cup I will be waiving my flag and its not one of a country, its a flag of peace.
Here's the thing, the World Cup is upon us and I am so exited. I cannot say i am me without saying that there's this passion, this part of me that goes crazy over World Cups. Its not like the Super Bowl, I get crazy over that too, but this is different. It happens every 4 years, it involves pretty much the whole world and it is part of my identity. I remember growing up and even though I was not a soccer fan, I remember it being a part of my life. I remember days of school because our team was playing. I remember parades, I remember the "hand of God" controversy with Maradona.
So here I am, years later, being a sports freak, loving soccer. I love it not just because of the game itself. I love that most of the world will sit still during games and we will turn our eyes and hearts to a field and 90 minutes to be crowned the new World Cup Champion.
From Gianna Nanini in Italy here to Ricky Martin in France hereand now Shakira in South Africa, here each song of the world cup has given us passion, power, love in a language we all understand, the language of rhythm. If only us, as a species could get that rhythm, could understand that the same way we can peacefully play games across the world, deciding on the field who we are, we could solve most problems.... We are those kids playing with a ball, maybe not understanding each other, maybe not fully aware of the game but being driven by the passion inside. If world matters were to be discussed and treated with the same passion, there would be no wars, there would be a game, and flags and passion. So this world cup I will be waiving my flag and its not one of a country, its a flag of peace.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Just sit with me for a while.
Would you? Sometimes I am running and sometimes you are. I know we keep on thinking we will have a minute and catch up...as soon as we have a minute. Well, that minute will never be there unless we MAKE IT. So, stop what you are doing, don't worry about it, make this minute for you and me. How are you? How was your day? What's worrying you? Let's chat.
I've been good, I am sometimes concerned about my life and the world and how my own experience can have a positive effect on the world. Crazy huh? However I am aware this is all I got, my life. I want to make the best of it, not in a financial/power way. I want to make the best of my life so when I look back and I am this old withered man I can say:"damn, that was beautiful."
I have been traveling for almost a year now. People ask me "why?" the most. They seemed perplexed when I always say:"I felt I needed to."
What do you feel you need to do? Are you doing it?
I just wanted to have a minute, check with you and say hi. I'm glad you are in my life.
Pass it on.
P.
I've been good, I am sometimes concerned about my life and the world and how my own experience can have a positive effect on the world. Crazy huh? However I am aware this is all I got, my life. I want to make the best of it, not in a financial/power way. I want to make the best of my life so when I look back and I am this old withered man I can say:"damn, that was beautiful."
I have been traveling for almost a year now. People ask me "why?" the most. They seemed perplexed when I always say:"I felt I needed to."
What do you feel you need to do? Are you doing it?
I just wanted to have a minute, check with you and say hi. I'm glad you are in my life.
Pass it on.
P.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Dear friend:
This one is for you. We've known each other for a hundred years the day we met. We didn't meet, we just ran into each other again. Ever since we've been remembering what we know about ourselves and what we will find out together. We are now walking this path together, reminding each other what matters when one of us seem to forget.
I could find famous quotes about friendship. I could go on about what friendship is or means. I won't. Friendship needs to be felt and experienced. Tonight, my friend told me: "it's better to be scared of something you understand, than to pretend you are not."
Go out there, hug your friend, Be thankful they are in your life.
And to you my loved friend: thank you.
P.
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